Comment on Adkins by Roberta Haney Gilbert

From a website while researching my mother’s Livingston branch. They’re ging through what the Adkins (and many others, I’m sure) do.
>I started out calmly tracing my tree,
>to find if I could, the making of me,
>and all that I had was a great grandfather’s name,
>not knowing his wife or from whence he came.
>I chased him across a long line of states
>and came up with pages and pages of dates.
>When all put together, it made me forlorn,
>I proved that poor grandpa had never been born.
>
>One day I was sure the truth I had found.
>Determined to turn this whole thing upside down.
>I looked up the record of one uncle John,
>but then found the old man was younger than his son.
>
>Then when my hopes were fast growing dim,
>I came across records that must have been him.
>The facts I collected made me quite sad.
>Dear old grandfather was never a dad.
>
>I think maybe someone is pulling my leg.
>I’m not at all sure I wasn’t hatched from an egg.
>After hundreds of dollars I’ve spent on my tree,
>I can’t help wonder if I’m really me
“Paula S.”